Had some trouble last night. I feel like I’m over-defending my sanity now. The lady doth protest too much kinda thing happening. I’ve always been like that. Like I need to prove my fucking point. It’s a drive within me to be right, I think. Anyways. I was up early reviewing some posts, and I think there are some factual points I need to make to everyone since not everyone is familiar with the idiosyncrasies of Nevada law, namely my protections under Marcy's Law.
Marsy’s Law (2018 Crime Victims’ Bill of Rights)
Marsy’s Law is Nevada’s constitutional Crime Victims’ Bill of Rights, passed in 2018, and it guarantees that victims are not just evidence but active participants in the criminal justice process. It requires that victims be treated with dignity, fairness, and respect. In short, Marsy’s Law is supposed to make sure victims aren’t ignored, silenced, or left in the dark while prosecutors make decisions that directly affect their lives.
Prosecutors Are Required To Meet With Victims
This is a law in Nevada that, among many many other protections for victims of violent crime in the state, is the basis for my current grievance with Aaron Ford. Under Marsy’s Law, prosecutors are required to meet with victims and explain their decisions if the victim requests.
Now, Wolfson, to his credit, followed this law—though it took me threatening to not leave their office until someone spoke to me—then of course he compared me to a whore. The AG’s Office, however, will not respond to phone calls or written requests for a meeting. Like, they will not acknowledge I even sent an email or called. I have filed formal complaints several times, but the Attorney General’s Office is to whom you must complain, and they never respond.
I did not begin with these in an adversarial manner. I did everything in my power. So now they won’t acknowledge me on social either, where I finally went to a social media pressure campaign, which of course led to me being surveilled by counterterrorism. I’ve never gotten a response out of them with the exception of the public records request, because they do respond to legal filings. Though I still don’t have the records, and last I heard it was going to be January.
My Right to Be Heard Under Marsy’s Law
Additionally, under Marsy’s Law, they are required to listen to my input. I should have been allowed a victim impact statement to their denial of charges. I am allowed to be heard. That’s been one of the biggest issues with this case: my absolute voicelessness. I’ve said it before, but it is the same as that night. People are standing around and they can clearly hear the screams, but they don’t respond or act.
Like Wolfson, for whatever asshole thing he said to me, he sat down and listened to my argument. He didn’t watch the video or read the emails or give a reason that is in accordance with Nevada law, so that was a problem. But that motherfucker heard me. I know that. I don’t think he could have missed me blasting that video and calling him a pussy. I need to feel heard.
Nobody Has Reviewed the Evidence
Nobody has looked at all of the evidence. In two states, apparently. There is more video—forty minutes more—that the police have no record of watching and the redacted denial email from the AG’s Office refuses to look at. Wolfson had no idea I had emailed him the video because he was ignoring me.
Not a soul besides me has watched all the footage. And video 4 is different. I’m not screaming. I’m begging. I’m negotiating. It’s pathetic. It’s {D} just drunk and pathetic. It’s not the same. It’s not something kinky one would consent to. It’s just pathetic on everyone’s part. My pathetic attempts to just make it stop.
It’s a woman trying to think of every excuse, and it’s like I’m not even making a sound to them. It’s a man so drunk he isn’t even making a hell of a lot of sense and is clearly out of his faculties, and another dumb motherfucker who just keeps going and never breaks rhythm because the guy in charge said so.
{M} asks, “Are you sure she likes this?” and {D} shoves his fingers in my mouth and says, “She loves it.” It’s the lack of “BDSM kink” that, to me, proves {D}’s only defense isn’t even applicable at that point. It wasn’t—please forgive the term but I have no other way to say it—“sexy rape.” It wasn’t what one would look for in that type of experience should they be interested in it. It’s just sad. It’s truly whatthefuckable footage of rape.
i would gladly explain this, and I offered to sit down with Wolfson and watch the footage with him, if only someone would listen.
The Statute of Limitations and the Long Game
The statute of limitations is twenty years for rape in Nevada. I am placing my hopes on something changing. Not necessarily leadership or individual prosecutors, though I will get my hopes up and involve myself in every election from now on, but something systemic—where trauma-informed prosecution is more generally accepted and looked at as something not insurmountable.
It would require a change in public opinion and belief regarding things like trauma and intimate partner sexual violence. I often refer back to domestic violence. Can you imagine telling a battered woman that her video of her partner beating her was not enough evidence because she stayed? That goes against public opinion and popular belief. Once the mystery of why we stay in these situations, why we don’t necessarily fight tooth and nail while it’s happening—once trauma immobilization and trauma bonding are understood—it is an easy case to argue.
Maybe not today, but the laws exist and they are clear. I just have to wait for that societal shift to happen. It’s two decades. Vegas is a betting town, and I am placing my bets that shit will eventually happen within that timeframe. Even if right now I am a lone voice trying to explain it to a handful of people, the knowledge will spread. It will happen to someone important enough for people to care eventually. It has to. I’m trying to force it. But the change doesn’t happen overnight or without support or voices like mine—insignificant but loud enough to reach a few who I hope will reach a few more. Changing hearts and minds as they say.
Legal Action
I’m not exactly sure how to file anything under Marsy’s Law or what to file. It’s something else I need to look into. I had to sue {D} because of statutory time limitations, and I kind of need the motherfucking records. Tempus est essentiale, bitches. (I haven’t taken Latin since 6th grade and that was a legal joke—please do not judge me if I did not conjugate “bitches” properly.)
And maybe that’s the whole point of me screaming into the void like this: not because I think the AG’s Office will suddenly wake up and remember they have a constitutional duty to victims, but because one day the ground will shift under their feet and they’ll have to answer for why they ignored cases like mine. Maybe the people reading this now won’t be the ones to change anything, but someone will. And when that day comes, I want this record to exist. I want it to be undeniable that I fought, that I objected, that I insisted on being heard even when the people in power pretended I didn’t exist.
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